Call number VC245 H99.2 1862
(North Carolina Collection, UNC-CH)

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Library of Congress Subject Headings, 21st edition, 1998

LC Subject Headings:

Hymns, English -- Texts.

Hymns, English -- United States -- 19th century -- Texts.

Soldiers -- Confederate States of America -- Songs and music -- Texts.

Soldiers -- Confederate States of America -- Hymns -- Texts.

United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Songs and
music -- Texts.

United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865.

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HYMNS
FOR THE
CAMP

"Singing
with grace in your hearts to the
Lord."

TO
"OUR SOLDIERS,"

THIS LITTLE COLLECTION OF HYMNS IS
AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.

GOD grant that every one who shall read or
sing these hymns may join that great multitude, that
glorious choir, that shall at last surround the throne on
high, and there ascribe "Blessing, and glory, and wisdom,
and thanksgiv ng, and honor, and might, unto our God
forever and ever."

8

7's & 6's.

1 HOW lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave
To tell to all around me
His wondrous power to save.

2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ailed me:
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.

3 At length, this great Physician--
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had sealed,--
Then bade me look unto him:
I looked, and I was healed

dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then to this Physician;
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition;
'Tis only, Look and live.

9

C. M.

1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree
In agonies and blood;
He fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 O, never, till my latest breath,
Shall I forget get that look;
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt;
It plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.

54

1 WE'RE travelling home to heaven above,
Will you go?
To sing the Saviour's dying love,
Will you go?
Millions have reached that blest abode,
Anointed kings and priests to God,
And millions more are on the road,
Will you go?

2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb,
Will you go?
In rapturous strains to praise his name,
Will you go?
The crown of life we there shall wear,
The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear,
And all the joys of heaven we'll share,
Will you go?

3 We're going to join the heavenly choir,
Will you go?
To raise our voice and tune the lyre,
Will you go?
There saints and angels gladly sing
Hosanna to their God and King,
And make the heavenly arches ring,
Will you go?

4 The way to heaven is straight and plain.
Will you go?
Repent. believe. be born again,
Will you go?
The Saviour cries aloud to thee,
"Take up thy cross and follow me,
And thou shalt my salvation see,
Come to me."

55

S. M.

1 AND can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield!
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror!

2 By the mercies of our God--
By Immanuel's streaming blood,
When for us alone he stood,
Ne'er give up the strife;
Ever to the latest breath,
Hark to what your Captain saith,--
"Be thou faithful unto death;
Take the crown of life!"

70

S. M.

1 COMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure trust and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands

His way was much rougher and darker than mine;
Did Christ my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine?

7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,
And then, O how pleasent the conquerer's song!

79

8's.

1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness with me:
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay,
But when I am happy in Him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:

I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind.
While blessed with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song;
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive those dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore,
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

80

L. M.

1 SO let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess,
So let our works and virtues shine
To prove thy doctrine all divine.

89

C. M.

2 Though, in the rugged path of life,
He heaves the pensive sigh,
Yet, trusting in the Lord he finds
Supporting grace is nigh.

3 If, to prevent his wandering steps,
He feels the chastening rod,
The gentle stroke shall bring him back
To his forgiving God.

4 And when the welcome message comes,
To call his soul away,
His soul in raptures will ascend
To everlasting day.

90

C. M.

1 HAIL! sweetest, dearest tie that binds
Our glowing hearts in one;
Hail! sacred hope, that tunes our minds
To harmony divine.
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has given,
The hope, when days and years are past
We all shall meet in heaven.
We all shall meet in heaven at last,
We all shall meet in heaven:
The hope, when days years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

92

7's

1 BRETHREN, while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a Friend,
One that loves us to the end:
Forward, then, with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, Come home."

2 In the way a thousand snares
Lie to take us unawares;
Satan with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded heart:
But from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon in glory be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls, Come home."

93

7's

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King!
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

3 Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord;
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

99

[GAP]'s

1 JESUS, lover of my soul!
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
Till the storm of life be past!
Safe into the haven guide;
O! receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none.--
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, oh! leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on the is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,--
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

100

11's

1 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you hath said--
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 "In every condition--in sickness, in health:
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad; on the land, or the sea,--
As thy day may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

4 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not, desert to its foes:
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no, never forsake!"

101

8's & 7's

1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
And whilst thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wi dom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me
Show thy face, and all is bright.

2 Man may trouble and distress me;
'T will but drive me to thy breast:
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest:
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,

106

7's & 6's

When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?

2 But now I am a soldier;
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bid me not give o'er;
His faithful word has promised
A righteous crown to give;
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.

3 Through grace, I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love to fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow--
I bid you all adieu;
And O, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

4 And if you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love;
Then, when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.

3 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled;
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

128

C. M.

1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die!
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I travel my appointed years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 O, what hath Jesus done for me!--
Before my raptured eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.

4 O what are all my sufferings, here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t' appear
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

129

L. M.

1 ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand,
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?

2 Eternity! tremendous sound!
To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But, O! if Christ and heaven be mine
How sweet the accents! how divine!

3 Be this my chief, my only care,
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer--
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon seal'd and peace with God.

4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

134

8's, 7's & 5's.

1 IN the Christian's home in glory,
There remains a land of rest,
There my Saviour's gone before me,
To fulfil my soul's request.
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you,
On the other side of Jordan
In the sweet fields of Eden,
Whore the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand;
For my stay shall not be transient
In that holy, happy land,
There is rest, etc.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
But in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear,
There is rest, etc.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source;
So the soul that's born of God
Pants to see his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant, in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know

140

1 JOYFULLY, joyfully onward I move,
Bound to the land of bright spirits above;
Angelic choristers sing as I come,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home!
Soon with my pilgrimage ended below,
Home to the land of bright spirits I go;
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam,
Joyfully, joyfully resting at home.

3 Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low,
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banished, his sceptre be gone;
Joyfully, then shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

141

C. M.

1 ON Jordan stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.